Skyscraper

By Kristen B.,

SKYSCRAPER

The sky is so deep tonight, it seems.The kind of nightThat's so clear,So crystalline,You could use it to slice glass.I'm seeing distant galaxies,And souls of friends of mineWho've simply moved on.The stars change shapeEvery so often,Cutting this way and thatIntricate shapes in their vast black backdrop.It does seem I could touch one,I feel tonight I could,And the wind at my earSeems to whisper and urge it.I'm trying,But now the stars blur,They're bleeding it would seem,And I can't move my gazeFrom the heavens above.This not-so-heavenly bodyJust doesn't want to move.Now it's warm and wetAs I stare up and out beyond,It's running down my legs,My face, my arms,And I'm feeling for the bodyOnce just here beside me.But my fingers are stung -Are the stars right here,In the seat of my car?They're so sharp and metallic,And so cold to my touch.I guess they fellWhen I hit the tree -It's so tallIt must have scraped the sky.For what else could it be?I only had five tonight,Just fine and I'm able to drive.But how strangeIt truly does feel As I crane and rollMy head to the side.That half of my carHas been ripped from me,And lies on the ground,A new shade of red!But I can't see the rest'Cause I can't lift my head.And I can just roll it backTo stare up at my sky,That razor-sharp skyNow spinning around.Why won't it just stop?It makes me so dizzy,Now my head feels so light.The black sky's come to me!Maybe tonightI'll touch those starsAfter all.